Intro :
As the snow flies.
On a c old and grey Chicago morn' a poor little ba by child is born
In the ghetto
And his mother cries (in the ghetto)
'Cause if t here's one thing that she don't need it' s another hungry
mouth to feed In the ghetto
So people won't you u nderstand the child needs a he lping han d
Or he'll grow to be an angr y young man some day
And take a look at you and me Are we t oo blind to see
Or d o we simply turn our heads and l ook the other way
While the world turns
And a p oor little boy with a runny nose pla ys in the streets
While the cold wind blows in the ghetto
and his hunger burns
So he s tarts to roam the streets at night and he le arns how to steal
And h e learns how to fight in the ghetto
And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
He f inds a gun and he s teals a car and h e tries to run but he doesn't get far
And his mother cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face dow n in the street
With a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And this young m an dies
On a c old and grey Chicago morn' another little ba by child is born
In the g hetto
In the g hetto
In the g hetto